I'm sick - therefore, mama don't want to cook dinner. Add to that daddy was off to a gun show to hear a WWII veteran speak. So, I asked my youngest daughter if she would run into chick-fil-a to get the two of dinner. While I drove around the parking lot in an effort to keep the flow of traffic moving, little did I know what story was unfolding.
As she gets in the van, she says, "Did you see that group of hoodlums standing right inside by the door? There must have been 7 of them?" I say, "Yeah I saw them." She says, "Well, when I walked by one of them told me to come back and walk by again. Then I heard dad call my name." I said, "You heard A dad call your name?" (In my mind, I was so thankful!) She said, "NO, I heard MY dad call my name. So I walked over there until my order was ready." I said, "Oh Dad and his friend stopped by chick-fil-a on their way out."
Well, now I just had to know what dad was thinking. So I called him - hoping he would answer his cell - he's tends to not. After many rings fully expecting it to go to voice mail. "Hey." he says. I say, "So were you about to bust some heads in the chick-fil-a" He says "Them punks were making comments to all the girls as they walked in and then I heard them say something to MY daughter. I don't know what they said, but I know it wasn't good." And in the background, I hear my husband's friend say, "Yeah we were about to spear them with our bayonets"
I'm thinking daddy isn't gonna let his little girl out alone until she's 35!
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